Life is a vicious cycle. You start off at the bottom, no pun intended. You have to be constantly looked after. Fed, bathed and have the crap wiped off your ass. As you grow older, you become more independent. You can start to make your own decisions, and have your own life. But as you start your slow descent to death, you begin to head back down that hill. Your health starts to wane; you lose control of basic bodily functions. You keep descending until you are an old person stuck in a nursing home, staring at a wall all day. At least you’re still able to feed yourself, unlike some of the patients but even walking has become a struggle.
It is the place you come to die.
